Tuesday, August 29, 2006

What Sticks to the Wall

I feel as if I ought to get a post up here but I don’t really have much energy to put into it.  I’ve got a few pre-written, of course, but that requires a lot of typing and reading my crappy chickenscratch writing and paying attention to the same subject for way too long for me today.  Let me just see what the little notebook has for us today.  Warning: this is totally disjointed. 

A major SHOUT OUT to Sawni the amazing and fabulous!  She saw a kid’s table and chair set at a lawn sale in freaking RURAL OREGON and arranged to get the whole shooting match packaged and shipped down to my charming Zacharoid.  We picked it up last night.  Photos of the delighted new owner to follow, but in the meantime, this is the hippest mid-cent aesthetic that any 18-month-old could desire.  Take my word for it, he loves it, and so do we.  Thanks, Sawni!

Additional shout out to Beard Papa and the tastiest cream puff I’ve had in recorded history.  The line stretched out the door, down the steps and to the sidewalk, but it was worth it.  Plus, we visited the Zeum playground which totally made me resentful of how cool playgrounds have gotten since I was told to go out and entertain myself with a mop handle and a broken dream in the asphalt rec yards of my youth.  Little wankers don’t know how good they’ve got it.

Shifting gears slightly: It occurred to me that my porn name - my first pet, plus the first street where I lived - was really lame: Bozo Wortser.  Then I realized that, though I don’t remember it, I actually lived first on Formosa Avenue, and Bozo Formosa is a great porn name.  But now I realize that my first pet, when I was really little, was a little dog named Thumper, and that would make me Thumper Formosa.  I think I’ll stick with Bozo Formosa, though.  It seems confident, cosmopolitan, and maybe a bit less self-referential. 

I had to go out yesterday and find a stationery store. Luckily, it was in exactly the same place. 

There was a toy by Ideal in the 1970s called Bing Bang Boing.  This was not a game with rules and winners; it was more like pieces for crafting complex constructions that would move a metal marble in entertaining ways - up long inclines, around spinning spindles, bouncing across a series of taut drum-like membranes.... This toy had the following names for its component parts:
* Bingle Flinger
* Hum Drums
* Bangelator
* Flicker-Dicker
* Boingle Bucket
I can’t even start to imagine what kind of game would have parts with those names today.  It’s sad, I think, when I can look back to the 1970s as a time of naieve innocence. 

That will have to be enough of a brain-dump for me right now.  I’ve got some work to get to and all that.  Hope your Tuesday pulls itself together a little and starts acting respectfully.  I mean, really.